There is something so precious about defenseless, tiny lifeforms. Something about tiny, breakable creatures that depend on other, bigger creatures to survive is so, so fascinatingly precious.

Typically, Viltrumites do not care for such lifeforms. At best, they ignore them. At worst, they wipe them out, considering it cleansing a scourge of unworthiness from the universe. Many species have gone extinct after a Viltrumite has decided they were worthless.

Yet Conquest couldn't help but be fascinated by such beings. Even if it was deep, deep, deep down, he couldn't help but respect them a tiny bit; to be so weak and live in such a dangerous universe... it proved there was more there. That they weren't as weak as assumed.

And as Conquest cradled the tiny, practically minuscule bundle in his large hands, he realises that he would be the 'more' in this situation. Because carefully cradled in his palms was a baby. His baby. A being he and you created together. And despite it being so, so weak and tiny and utterly defenseless, it is also the most protected and safe creature on this planet.

Because Conquest would be dammed before he let anything happen to either you or his baby. His child didn't need to be strong or have powers, because they'd have him to protect them.

A coo broke him from those thoughts.

His eyes snapped down to the beautiful creature you'd made together, and he can't help but smile, chuckling; chest rumbling as those little eyes gazed up at him, blinking slowly. His child squeaked.

"I can't..." Breathing in shakily, he looks up at you, eye feeling wet. "I can't thank you enough for this, darlin'. Truly. You have given me a gift beyond words." He says, reaching for you with one hand, his child carefully tucked against his chest with the other. He still couldn't believe it after all this time. He was a father! He had a family! He wasn't alone.